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daf9f9d Rule the rost. John Heywood
b60a561 Better to give then to take. John Heywood
f94cda1 No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth. John Heywood
a0d089a I perfectly feele even at my fingers end. John Heywood
843d7e7 We both be at our wittes end. John Heywood
35093d5 Reckeners without their host must recken twice. John Heywood
0774087 A day after the faire. John Heywood
c9fa5d7 Cut my cote after my cloth. John Heywood
2ab08aa Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me. John Heywood
e9fc883 A short horse is soone currid. John Heywood
22cd2e2 She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring. John Heywood
1e8d460 Shee had seene far in a milstone. John Heywood
3c054af When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre. John Heywood
6599036 Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after. John Heywood
9ff9805 She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth. John Heywood
f3b224a The still sowe eats up all the draffe. John Heywood
759dae6 It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh. John Heywood
527d87e Beggars should be no choosers. John Heywood
67bffdb Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill. John Heywood
4b3b38e The rolling stone never gathereth mosse. John Heywood
3c4078b To robbe Peter and pay Poule. John Heywood
9feded6 A man may well bring a horse to the water,But he cannot make him drinke without he will. John Heywood
570397f Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe. John Heywood
5832296 The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete. John Heywood
e79b228 While the grasse groweth the horse starveth. John Heywood
cd827ba Rome was not built in one day. John Heywood
c737552 Yee have many strings to your bowe. John Heywood
7f5f88d Many small make a great. John Heywood
e90acb8 Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. John Heywood
f54ef6f Better is halfe a lofe than no bread. John Heywood
82f3fbe Nought venter nought have. John Heywood
02d1996 Children and fooles cannot lye. John Heywood
3850e72 Set all at sixe and seven. John Heywood
a017021 All is fish that comth to net. John Heywood
19d2186 Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife? John Heywood
6adc413 One good turne asketh another. John Heywood
39d048b She frieth in her owne grease. John Heywood
50b2ec5 I pray thee let me and my fellow haveA haire of the dog that bit us last night. John Heywood
b9bffe7 New brome swepth cleene. John Heywood
f984336 Burnt child fire dredth. John Heywood
a1eb225 All is not Gospell that thou doest speake. John Heywood
182ec3b Love me litle, love me long. John Heywood
53ed9a8 A fooles bolt is soone shot. John Heywood
bed86a6 A woman hath nine lives like a cat. John Heywood